CHAPTER FIVE
The newlyweds got into their car, which had been carefully hidden, and roared from the garage, making a clean getaway. Eva watched him gear the powerful machine down to drive carefully through the heavy city traffic, but once on the freeway he mashed his foot to the floor. The sleek automobile went quickly to ninety.
They were to spend their honeymoon at a posh, very selective resort hotel in the mountains a hundred or so miles from the city, and John was in a hurry. He had bottled his urges long enough, and now that she was his, the bed that awaited them seemed much too far away.
The low slung sports car was made for speed, and at a hundred and ten, the outside world was nothing more than a blur. John seemed like a different man behind the wheel, no longer the conservative, intense young lawyer.
The combination of too much champagne and too much speed excited Eva terribly and she felt isolated belted to her bucket seat by herself.
'If that damn console wasn't in the way, I'd be all over you, John Richardson,' she cried, reaching out to grip his thigh.
'If I had known that, I'd have ripped it out before we left,' he said. He noticed the flushed look on her face and knew the speed was exciting her; it had always worked on other girls, why not Eva? He took his foot from the accelerator. 'I'll stop and take the top off. It's more exciting that way.'
John steered onto the soft shoulder and slammed on the brakes, the car fishtailing and chewing dirt for fifty feet. Eva's heart pounded; she had never ridden in a car so fast or stopped so recklessly.
'Unbuckle and stretch your legs, honey. This will take a few minutes,' he said.
John was not quite the prim, mousy creature that he had led Eva to believe. He had used his money and manners and good looks to lay quite a few chicks along the way, usually when he was out of town. But none of them had affected him like Eva. She seemed so pure and sweet, so damn untouchable. It had only been in the past few days that he had begun to suspect any differently. Things he had heard – which he refused to listen to – and then little mannerisms and things she said herself. Perhaps she wasn't quite the pure little cherry that he had been holding up there on that pedestal. So what? He still loved her and could forgive and forget any foolish transgressions she had committed before they met. After all, he hadn't been perfect himself.
He finished with the top and got in his seat. Eva crawled into her seat on her knees and, leaning across the inhibiting console, put her arms around his neck and started kissing the side of his face. The gear shift pressed into her just below her belly button and felt like a hard cock with a massive head. The knob ground into her belly, making her hotter. She let one hand slide down his chest and over his stomach to his crotch. 'I want you, mister,' she said.
'I want you, too, but we're less than an hour from the hotel. We can wait until then.' John said.
They kissed passionately, and somehow the knob on the gear shift got under Eva's dress between her thighs. She pressed herself against the hard intruder, moaning into her husband's mouth. The knob spread her cuntlips and pushed the thin panties deep into her slit.
'Oh, darling, I'm so hot. I want you so much,' she hissed.
John was hot too, his hard-on pressing against her hand. He wanted her so bad he was beginning to hurt, yet he held back, afraid to discover too soon that she wasn't the virgin he had once thought. And if she knew how to get into a position to take his cock in a car this small, well… she knew too damn much, and he didn't want to know.
'Sit back down and buckle up,' he snapped.
She gulped and pulled away, letting the gear shift knob slide through her wet slit. Breathing hard and within inches of an orgasm, she settled into her seat and hooked the buckle on her safety belt. Damn him, she thought, if he doesn't want it, he could have at least let me finish myself off on his car.
The dirt and gravel flew for a hundred yards as the machine ripped back onto the I pavement. It snapped Eva's head back like a solid punch on the jaw. When they entered the foothills that would soon turn to ragged mountains they were going over a hundred miles an hour. Eva sobbed with excitement as the powerful racer cornered the ever increasing curves.
John looked at his bride and grinned knowingly. He was beginning to like the idea that maybe she wasn't the prudish little cherry that he had thought. 'If you want a real kick, open the little vent there in front of you and then slide down a little and pull your pants off. At this speed, it really feels good,' he shouted above the howling wind.
Eva looked at him as if wondering if he was testing her, then pulled open the vent. The wind blew her thick blonde hair straight back as she unhooked the belt. Without a glance in his direction, she reached under her skirt and jerked her panties down her legs. She slid down and her skirt flew up. She drew in a gasp of air, her feet pushing to get the restricting panties down her legs. She slid down and her skirt flew up. She drew in a gasp of air, her feet pushing to get the restricting panties off, and then opened her knees. John got his first look at his wife's delicious muff.
She's no prude, he thought. He reached over and laid his hand on the fluffy mess of soft hair.
'I like that, John, but you'd better keep both hands on the wheel at this speed,' she yelled, lifting herself against his hand.
'A hundred and eighteen,' he corrected.
They hit a hairpin curve at that instant. John hit the brakes and jerked the wheel. The car went into a spin, sliding into soft dirt, inches from the tiny barricade separating them from a hundred foot drop, then back onto the asphalt. They spun around three times, the tires screaming in protest, white smoke billowing behind them. On the last spin he hit the gas and the car lurched straight ahead.
'That was a close one!' John said, softly, gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles were bone white.
Eva had her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and she was gasping through clenched teeth. 'Oh, John!' she cried, 'I'm… I'm wetting myself!'
He looked over. She had slid forward, her ass completely off the seat, and she was pissing. He had never seen a girl pee before, in any situation, and it excited him. He erected immediately.
'Don't hold it back, let it go,' he cried.
She let the air out of her lungs and sat up. 'I'm done now. My legs are all wet and I made a mess of the car,' she said.
'Eva, you're marvelous,' he said.
They topped a crest then and saw the hotel. It stood grandly in a fine haze just a couple of miles away. John slowed to seventy-five and banked the vehicle into the long, curved drive. He hit the brakes and slid the last seventy feet to the main entrance.
The doorman stood aghast. John got out calmly, walked around the car, and opened Eva's door. The doorman stared. 'Pull down your skirt, dear.' John said. He turned to the doorman. 'Send our baggage to our rooms and have the car washed out. We spilled a can of beer on that last turn,' he said, then taking Eva's hand, 'Come along, dear.'
The hotel was sumptuous beyond anything Eva had ever imagined. She gawked open-mouthed.
'Close your mouth, dear.' John said, and went up to the desk. 'John Richardson here. My key, please,' he said to the clerk. The clerk, his mouth open, handed John his key. John took Eva's hand and led her to the elevator.
The hotel was sprawling. They had a suite of four rooms on the fourth and top floor. Their suite had a large living room with one wall entirely window, a dining room, a dressing room and bath, and an elegant bedroom with a huge four poster bed and a balcony. The balcony was directly over the swimming pool, which was carved out of a huge shelf of granite almost level with the third floor. A good diver could plunge into the pool directly from their balcony.
Eva took a quick, breathless tour of the suite, her eyes wide with awe. She stopped in the bathroom and stared at the massive, sunken bath tub.
'Maybe I'd better take a bath first thing,' she said, turning to her husband, who was standing in the door
